Freedom from Care

I

While I lived without the Lord,
(If I might be said to live,)
Nothing could relief afford,
Nothing satisfaction give.

II

Empty hopes and groundless fear
Moved by turn my anxious mind;
Like a feather in the air,
Made the sport of every wind.

III

Now I see, whate’er betide,
All is well, if Christ be mine;
He has promised to provide,
I have only to resign.

IV

When a sense of sin and thrall
Forced me to the sinner’s Friend,
He engaged to manage all,
By the way, and to the end.

V

“Cast,” he said, “on me thy care,
’Tis enough that I am nigh;
I will all thy burdens bear,
I will all thy wants supply.

VI

“Simply follow as I lead,
Do not reason, but believe;
Call on me in time of need,
Thou shalt surely help receive.”

VII

Lord, I would, I do submit,
Gladly yield my all to thee;
What thy wisdom sees most fit,
Must be surely best for me.

VIII

Only, when the way is rough,
And the coward flesh would start,
Let thy promise and thy love
Cheer and animate my heart.